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If wars were subject to a copyright - Then candidates would have to pay a fee Each time they appeal to the glorious past When standing for the election, the proceeds To fall like ****** weregeld on the dead Who can never cash the checks anyway If wars were subject to a copyright - Then Hollywood movies should pay their dues Whenever a bold, scripted commando, Body-waxed muscles glistening with makeup, Advances up Hamburger-Helper Hill With a patriotic song on his lipstick If wars were subject to a copyright – The generals’ memoirs, the admirals’, too, Would pay to lighten the blighted young lives Of soul-fragmented lads whose pain and blood Won the air-conditioned another star And unctuous applause at the officers’ club If wars were subject to a copyright - The President would have to pay his bill Each time he banged the lectern for a war, That glorious dux bellorum dux-ing From the rear, while a squadron of pigs fly Above, powered by pixie-dust and smoke
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Mar 22, 2018
Mar 22, 2018 at 7:35 AM UTC
If Wars Were Subject to Copyright
If wars were subject to a copyright - Then candidates would have to pay a fee Each time they appeal to the glorious past When standing for the election, the proceeds To fall like ****** weregeld on the dead Who can never cash the checks anyway If wars were subject to a copyright - Then Hollywood movies should pay their dues Whenever a bold, scripted commando, Body-waxed muscles glistening with makeup, Advances up Hamburger-Helper Hill With a patriotic song on his lipstick If wars were subject to a copyright – The generals’ memoirs, the admirals’, too, Would pay to lighten the blighted young lives Of soul-fragmented lads whose pain and blood Won the air-conditioned another star And unctuous applause at the officers’ club If wars were subject to a copyright - The President would have to pay his bill Each time he banged the lectern for a war, That glorious dux bellorum dux-ing From the rear, while a squadron of pigs fly Above, powered by pixie-dust and smoke
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Mar 22, 2018
Mar 22, 2018 at 7:35 AM UTC
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